#tw: eating mention
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Hiii!! Idk if you still do request for daddy!bucky and Princess,but I was hoping if you could write something about Princess having trouble eating ???
I have a eating disorder where I don’t eat enough meals ,i perfer eating snacks or sometimes kids portions size food,whenever I eat big portions/adults size I would vomit.Yesterday was my first time in years I clean my big portions meal without vomiting!!!
Now I was hoping princess likes to eat /order kids meals/size bu one day she wants to eat just like her daddy.Big food,adults food. “Little girl to big girl size portions. And when she clean her plate,Bucky was so happy. loads of fluff and maybe some smut at the end !!
Mwah love your work on daddy!Bucky and Princess
Hi my love!
First off, congratulations on your achievement, that's really wonderful and I'm so proud of you!!! I can only imagine what hard work you must have done and I hope you take some time to acknowledge yourself 🩷
I am not so well versed in this kind of thing to write it in depth, but I can certainly imagine with you what that might be like for Princess and Bucky! But if it might trigger any discomfort to any of you please avoid and take care of your mind and bodies 💛
Also I have tagged things but let me know if I have missed anything!
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Bucky is so proud of you. He sees how much you try and he wants you to do things that are good for you, whatever form that might take. His main goal is to help you see your value and worth, so this sort of achievement would make him so happy.
Obviously he loves taking care of you himself so even if it's hard for his princess he will always be there to support you, even if you struggle some days! That's what he's there for!
When you order the big meal he is quietly surprised and does a double check with you, making sure you know the size. But today you want it! It's his favourite meal, and he always goes on about how delicious it is, and you just neeeed to try it.
The actual meal passes slowly, because you both always take ages in restaurants due to how much you talk to each other and flirt but all of a sudden you've cleared your plate and it's just done.
You can't help but giggle at what you've managed and he just beams because he's so proud that you did something that's hard for you and he got to witness it.
"Did you like your dinner Princess?" He leans in and presses a kiss to your cheek, hand slipping into yours and you nod, distracted by how good he smells and the goosebumps he creates with his lips skimming over your neck.
He gets the bill and you walk home, hand in hand, stopping every so often to kiss him, or point out something pretty in the shop window. He promises to buy everything you like in every window in Manhattan which makes you laugh, knowing he actually would do that if you wanted him to.
You best believe he spoils you all night long, praising kink overload and kissing you all over until you are a shivery wreck of a person, floating on cloud nine.
#tw: ed#tw: eating mention#bucky barnes#bucky x reader#princess!reader#daddy!bucky#bucky barnes fanfiction#bucky imagine#darling nonnie
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Irondad Prompt #192:
TW: Sensory Processing Disorder, Eating Disorders, Avoidant/Restrive Food Intake Disorder/Selective Eating Disorder. Please stay safe and skip this prompt if these topics will upset you
Ever since the bite, Peter’s been weird around food. Sure, he needs to eat more because of his metabolism, but he just doesn’t seem to have an appetite and even small meals fill him up. Not to mention, he’s oddly selective. Sure, he’d theoretically love to try the new thai place with May or shawarma from Tony’s favorite restaurant, yet the thought of trying something unfamiliar causes his heart to beat out of his chest.
When Tony and May notice his odd behavior they set up an appointment with Dr. Cho. After a few evaluations, she comes to the conclusion Peter is struggling with Avoidant/Restrive Food Intake Disorder - an eating disorder in which someone finds difficulty in eating certain foods due to their sensory inputs* (looks, smells, feels, etc).
A/n: With all prompts, please tag me if you write them, but especially this one. It’s very personal to me.
*There’s more than one type of ARFID. What Peter is struggling with in this prompt is the avoidant type.
#tw: eating mention#tw: eating problems#tw: eating habits#tw: eating issues#tw: eating disorder#eating disoder trigger warning#disordered eating cw#disordered eating mention#avoidant restrictive food intake disorder#tw arfid#arfid#selective eating disorder#sensory processing issues#sensory processing disorder#sensory problems#sensory issues#sensory sensitivity#iron man#irondad#peter parker#tony stark#spiderson#irondad and spiderson#irondad prompts#spider man#irondad and spiderson prompts#spiderson prompts
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why have you become inactive?
Hi Anon, I hope you're doing well today.
Mostly, I haven't been around as much because real life requires more of my attention. Good stuff, though. Being more present with my family (I went to see the FNAF movie with my thirteen-year-old this week. Are any FNAF fans out here? I was slightly confused by the movie because it's not my thing but had a lot of fun going with her), eating better, cleaning my house, and trying to get organized so my chaotic monkey brain stays happy. Unfortunately, you have to stay on top of that stuff more as you age if you want to keep your sanity :).
Hopefully, once I get more of my shit together, I'll be around here more often. Love you guys and I miss hanging out!
#tw: eating mention#so I've always had body image issues and an unhealthy relationship with food#but back in July I found out I was prediabetic and my triglycerides were high#so I've been eating a lot of fruit/vegetables/whole grains etc and I've lost about 20 lbs and honestly it takes a lot of mental energy to#keep from freaking out about it because of the body image stuff and the fact that I've always wanted to make these changes but felt unable#to do it#until now#some days are good but others I have to talk myself out of a full-blown panic#like#its funny how parents do the things they never thought they could because of their kids#I lost my dad at a young age from heart disease#and I can't do that to my family#my youngest daughter has developmental delays and the thought of not being around to take care of her is terrifying enough as it is#parenting is hard#so I guess this ramble is all to say that I'm getting my real life shit together and that's all the mental bandwidth I have right now
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It's disheartening how some people who watch Eugenia Cooney are mad that their complete lack of understanding of psychology isn't working so they've just started harassing her because they still have a complete lack of understanding of psychology.
Remember that this is her everyday and it may seem terrifying to you on the outside but, to her, this is her life. This is how she experiences the world. She's a complex person. You are not going to "cure" her. You're not helping her. You're just harassing her.
You don't want your kids watching her? Monitor your kids. She's existing in a disabled body so sorry that ED recovery is complex and not as glamorous as TV makes it seem. Shut up about her body. She knows what she looks like. She's stated multiple times that people should not try to look like her and that they should exist in a body they feel comfortable in which is the opposite of glorification.
Y'all are not her doctors. Y'all are not her friends. Y'all are not going to be the one that saves her life or whatever so just let it tf go. You are not going to impact her life in any meaningful way by harassing her but it's plain as day that your harassment is doing the opposite of helping.
And I know I'm gonna get shit for speaking about this and I'm ready to exercise that block button. The truth will always remain that you are not helping her, you are not saving her, and that it's not healthy to constantly harass someone. Move on. Your efforts are meaningless because she literally does not know any of you.
#EDs are more complex than not eating#constantly bombarding her with “get help” is annoying and won't get her help#eugenia cooney#tw: eating disorder#tw: eating mention#mental health
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So I’ve got a stomach bug and feel awful. All I’ve been able to eat is my mums chicken soup, rice and salt and vinegar crisps.
Hopefully I feel better in the next few days and can post a bit more again.
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tandy just has. the worst diet you’ve ever seen in your life. she’s an absolutely terrible cook. she’ll eat anything, even if it’s burned to a cinder. she will go all day and only eat a single chip but then on other days she’ll consume enough junk food to feed a small nation. pineapple on pizza? she’s your girl.
#definitely snacks instead of eating actual meals#also very much hoards food#tw: eating mention#tw: food mention#text.
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I went from binge eating and eating because I WANTED to all the time to my medication making me not feel hungry until I’m starving and it’s so hard to figure out what to eat when I’m not just always thinking about my next meal?
I’ve been on my own for 3 years but right now I am just struggling to find out what food I even like and then having to cook is a whole process
And I’ve been extra tired from all of it
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full head, empty stomach (FUFAU vent fic)
Series: Bungo Stray Dogs
Pairing: Edgar Allan Poe/Nikolai Gogol
Rating: Mature
Word Count: 2508
Warnings: eating disorder/disordered eating, implied/referenced self-harm, post mpreg, mental health issues, unhealthy coping mechanisms, implied unhealthy relationship, gender dysphoria, body dysmorphia
Summary: Poe begins to spiral while he is home taking care of Sigma alone while Nikolai is away.
(fic below the break)
Edgar was left alone in the house as he often was during the week. Well, not entirely alone. Sigma was in the apartment and down for her nap. Alone in the sense that there was not another adult in the apartment with him. He was caring for the baby himself while Nikolai was doing his classes then, more often than not, going to work later.
He was curled up on the couch, Karl curled up next to him, his mind spiralling with too many thoughts, ribs starting to ache, and his stomach feeling unpleasant. It felt all too empty to the point the dull ache was turning into nausea. How long had it been? He thought to himself, running a hand through his hair. A quick glance at the clock, and a bit of mental math, gave him his answer. Almost 32 hours. 32 hours since the last thing he put into his stomach besides water. It wasn’t like anyone noticed or cared, not even his fiance who promised to love him. Its fine, he supposed. He didn’t blame him for not paying much attention to him. They had Sigma to watch over now, and Nikolai was busy outside of the apartment. Edgar understood but it didn’t ease it. Even if he did try to bring it up to Nikolai, especially the eating side of it all, how did he even know he would care? It didn’t seem likely. If he could barely convince Nikolai to get up with Sigma in the night, why would he expect it to be different for him, a fully grown adult?
He didn’t have much longer to linger on the thought before a cry broke him out of it, and Karl jumped, running towards the sound. Sigma must be awake. Edgar pushed himself off the couch, his vision going blurry and dark in some places as he took the first couple steps to the nursery. It didn’t stop him. He refused to have another episode like what happened when Sigma was only a few days old since no one else was getting home soon and he couldn’t promise he would be able to pull himself out of it. The only thing that ended up slowing him down in the slightest was bumping into the side table harshly and again the doorway for the nursery. He knew without even looking that those were going to leave pretty nasty bruises. He didn’t care. He could barely bring himself to care that it startled Sigma. He was going to pick her up to comfort her either way. Edgar reached down into the crib to pick up his daughter. He could see his hands shaking. As he lifted her, she felt heavier than she usually did, completely winded and tiring him out from just picking her up to lay her on his shoulder. He swayed gently in an attempt to soothe her, stumbling slightly as he did so. Something SIgma did not appreciate.
Sigma started pulling at the collar of his shirt, the best way her baby brain knew how to tell Edgar she was hungry. Great.. He gets to deal with yet another part of his body he really didn’t have the mental strength to deal with right now. However the needs of his daughter came first to his own. She was the most important. He carried her over to the rocking chair in the corner of the room, sitting down with her. He adjusted his shirt, then his sports bra and binder he had underneath it. He knew it was unsafe but he could really not care less.
As Sigma fed, he rocked her, his mind spiralling the same as it was while she was still asleep. Sigma seemed content eating, why could he find the same comfort in eating as well? He never had the best relationship with food, but it didn’t start to get bad again until recently. Maybe it was because of the move and he no longer had someone pestering him to put food into his system since they moved out to Germany. It didn’t matter really, did it? Eventually he would have to or else he would pass out. But that moment was not right now because firstly, he was feeding his daughter, and secondly, his body. Looking at his body would not allow him to feel comfortable in eating.
Sigma finished eating a while later. Edgar burped and changed her before carrying her over to the master bedroom, laying her in the pack n play so he could change since trying to put the binder/sports bra combination back how it was before feeding her did not go well for him. He stripped, them and his shirt off, stopping to stare at himself in the mirror. He cringed. Disgusting.. He didn’t care much about the stretchmarks, his skin having already been littered in other scars, but his stomach not being flat and his chest being much too big for his liking did chip away at his mind. No wonder Nikolai was staying out later hours, staying away from the house, staying away from him. He wouldn’t want himself either. Who would?
No, he couldn’t allow himself to go down this path. The path that would end with more pretty little red line littering his skin that is typically hidden by clothes. The path that would result in him not touching a morsel of food for days on end if he had it his way. The path that would interfere with his ability to care for his daughter in more ways than one.
Karl bumped into his shin making him come back to reality. Right, he was supposed to be changing. Edgar ruffled through the closet to find the biggest hoodie he could find, his chest being extremely uncomfortably exposed to the open air. When he found one he pulled it on, attempting to take comfort in the softness of it and the security it provided him, if only for a moment. A moment before he was yet again pulled back to reality, this time by a happier noise. Tiny little giggles coming from Sigma. Edgar went back over to where she was to see what was causing her giggles. Upon further inspection, it was Karl, who had climbed into the pack n play and was tickling her with his tail. He shook his head lovingly, the scene before him letting him have his first real smile all day. He reached in and picked her up once more, getting the same effects on his body as early. He desperately wished that his body wouldn’t give out on him at least while he was carrying his daughter to the living room. The gods must be working slightly in his favor today since he made it safely with her in his arms, and Karl on his shoulder, to the living room.
The two sat on the floor, Edgar setting up to be able to play with her, the most someone could with a six month old. For them, it consisted of Sigma being surrounded by pillows and helped into a sitting positon so they could roll a ball back and forth, with a baby sensory fruit video on in the background since those tended to keep her calm. She giggled each time the ball would touch her feet, and would try to push it back each time. Sometimes it went a little further away, out of reach from both Edgar and Sigma but Karl was right there, taking it as his turn to play as well. He’d run to grab the ball and flip it back towards the two with his mouth, looking proud of himself. Karl would of course get praise from Edgar, and Sigma would stick her little baby arms out to try to pet Karl, which would be allowed for a moment before he went out of her reach again.
They continued to roll the ball back and forth for a while. Until Edgar started feeling more nauseous than he had been. He was actively having to fight back the bile that was attempting to come up, his skin becoming clammy and cold. He knew he shouldn’t leave Sigma on the floor alone but he didn’t have much of a choice right now. He stood, his head spinning as he did so, and made his way to the bathroom as quickly as he could. He squated infront of the toilet, ready to let all of the bile out but nothing came, even with a couple coughs. Edgar rested his arms on the toilet seat and laid his head down on them, waiting for the rest of the feeling to pass, which it eventually did, thankfully. He went back to Sigma until it happened once more, and he had to repeat it. Just like before, nothing actually ended up coming up. His luck was running out though. When he exited the bathroom and went back to the livingroom, he was greeted with Nikolai, who was looking between Sigma and Edgar.
“My prince, why was Sigma alone? Sitting up and alone,” Nikolai asked, his tone sounding sweet but it still sent a chill down down Edgar’s spine.
“I went to the bathroom,” He replied honestly, wanting out of this conversation already. It wasn’t the conversation he was hoping for once Nikolai got home. No, he was hoping for something nicer, maybe an idea of a family night with a movie for the three of them.
Nikolai didn’t give a reply, simply shaking his head disappointedly and going over to pick her up. It was clear he wasn’t interested in whatever “excuse” Edgar had. Sigma babbled happily in Nikolai’s arms. The scene could be cute. Anything with Sigma, Edgar found cute. Nikolai added mixed feelings into the situation. At least Sigma wouldn’t be alone if he did end up holding himself over the toilet again.
Edgar did not, thankfully, end up hunched over the toilet again. He had made dinner and Nikolai took his to the master bedroom to complete the homework he had been assigned for the day, once again leaving Sigma and Edgar alone. He opted to feeding her the last feeding before the night time one, since she was behind the curve of sleeping through the night and still needed to be fed, instead of getting dinner for himself. Even if he wanted to eat right now himself, he was certain it would just come back up from the nauseous feeling he still had, even though less intense.
Sigma’s feeding was the first step in their nightly routine, one that Edgar always made sure to follow since he had heard once it was best for babies to have a set routine to stress them out less. It also helped stress him out less as well which was an added bonus. After the last bit of Sigma’s night routine, her bath and bedtime clothes, he checked the time before putting her down for the night, once again doing some mental math after seeing the time. 38 hours now… Oh well. He went about reading Sigma her bedtime story, even though she was too small to understand it, and put her to sleep. Edgar made sure the baby monitor was set before leaving.
Back in the master bedroom, Nikolai was still working on his homework with headphones on so he didn’t hear or see Edgar enter the room. That was fine with him. He simply curled up on his side of the bed, and tried to get some sleep before Sigma woke up for her feeding. Around 2 am Sigma woke up, and Edgar dragged himself out of bed to go tend to her since Nikolai couldn’t be bothered. When he got back to bed, he tried getting comfortable but he couldn’t. The nausea had turned into a ever present thing, and the dull ache came back. Whichever way he tried to lay, on either side, his back, or his stomach, he couldn’t get comfortable to ignore it enough to fall asleep. He tossed and turned for a while, checking his phone periodically to see how long it had been. He watched as it turned 3am, then the last check he remembered was around 3:45am before drifting off into an odd dream.
Edgar woke easily the next morning as he heard and felt Nikolai getting ready to go to class. As soon as he was fully conscious, the unpleasant feeling he was trying to fall asleep with was back to his attention. He tried to keep his eyes closed and pretend to sleep more since Sigma was not yet awake and to not interact with Nikolai. Regardless of what Nikolai said, something kind, something rude, he wasn’t sure he would have the best of reactions to it considering how early it was. He could tell by how little light was coming in through their bedroom window.
Once Nikolai left the room, he checked his phone for the actual time. And to learn it had been nearly 45 hours now. As much as he wanted to try for the full 48 hours since he already accidentally-ish got so close, he knew better than it. With how badly he was doing yesterday when caring for Sigma, he knew it would be only worse today since he woke up with his hands shaking, and with the first step out of bed he took, it only proved how unsteady he was. Well, he might as well deal with the worst part of the day while Sigma was actually asleep still. Edgar made his way into the kitchen, looking for something easy to make. After some deliberating, he landed on grits. They were simple and bland enough. During the cooking process, he was going back and forth in his head of if he should or shouldn’t actually eat it even though he had previous decided that he would. No, he needed to do this, to eat something at all, if he was going to be able to care for Sigma. She was the one relying on him and he didn’t want to let her down. He wouldn’t allow himself to.
He dished out the finished grits and sprinkled shredded cheddar on to them to give them the slightest more flavor, mixing it together, watching it melt. His stomach churned at the sight of them but he still had to. The way he ended up having to go about it was taking small half bites off of whatever was on his spoon and using something playing on his phone as a distraction, also going back and forth between it and an orange that was sitting on the counter. He managed to get through about half of the bowl before he had no more interest in it. It was at least better than nothing, and he was already starting to feel the ache leave, along with his hands steadying. Just in time as well it seemed as Sigma started crying, alerting him she had woken up.
#tw: food#tw: eating mention#tw: eating problems#bungo stray dogs#bsd#bungou stray dogs#angst for the soul#ed vent#vent post#vent fic#edgar allen poe#nikolai gogol#bsd nikolai#bsd au#bsd poe#fucked up family au#fufau#tw:self harm#nikolai x poe
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tw: eating disorder, sorta relapsing but not really???
I haven’t had a proper eating disorder for around 2 years? and it lasted for a year, recovering for half a year. but today at work my boss asked if i wanted anything to eat (i work at a cafe, and she’s absolutely LOVELY) and i said no. (i was hungry but i didn’t want to ask for food because it’s still a tricky thing for me. like ordering in a restaurant, i don’t want people to know i eat food even though logically i know i have to). she insists she would make me some food so i asked her for a cheese sandwich and she kept asking if i wanted anything else like crisps and salad and i just felt so guilty?? i kept on apologising for asking for food and she kept insisting it was okay. and then i had my food and sat down and ate it and i just felt so shitty. for eating??? i felt so horrifically disgusting and i just went outside to the back and had a little cry.
and i thought i was over it. like, i thought i was okay for YEARS. but these sudden feelings came up and i don’t know what to do at all. i know i shouldn’t feel bad about eating but it’s still so scary because that was a really bad time in my life.
no one knew i had an ed, absolutely no one. i got over it by myself and no one said anything because *they didn’t know*. and idk?? idek if i’m saying stuff that makes sense i just wanna get it all out
#crystalball#crystalball speaks#i just want some help#or advice ig#tw: eating mention#tw: eating problems#tw: eating disorder
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Why is breakfast the hardest meal to choose what to eat
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tw: eating discourse, implied fat phobia
i was talking to my dad about new year’s resolutions and all and i said amongst other things that i want to work out more again, not to lose weight or anything but just for my health and i said something like “it’s not like i put on weight” or something along those lines
and he was like “no; if you had, i already would’ve told you to do something about it. i already to your mom she needs to do work out more again”
and idk, something about that just had me flabbergasted; like i know my parents are both fat phobic to a certain degree and he meant it in ‘i want you to stay healthy’ way but i did have to reboot after hearing that
#chatter spell#tw: eating mention#tw: fatphobia#throwback to the time my mom told her teenage daughter she could already roll me places if i didn’t do as much sports#fun times
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eating my first meal and drinking my first glass of water in nearly 29 hours
#and not in a glorifying *girl dinner* way or whatever i have just been in a car for the last 29 hours#and the longest break i had was under an hour and i didn’t know it was happening so i couldn’t drink the water and everything before hand#so i have just not eaten or drank anything 😵💫#but i’m eating now!#eris: text#tw: eating mention#tw: food
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Recently, I’ve come to terms with how awful and ineffective my eating habits have been. I’ve just been trying to starve myself throughout the y by telling myself that “every calorie I don’t eat is a new victory” and end up binging over 2000 cals by the end of the day. It’s awful for my relationship with food, my health, my mental health, and I was gaining weight instead of losing it like I wanted. Last weekend I decided to go back to my older habits of calorie counting and aiming for a calorie count of 1500, with 2-3 meals a day with important macros. I think I’m starting to do better now, and my workouts have been more effective and I’ve been in less physical pain that before. I hope that if I get worse again I can come back to this post and try to get better again. :)
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Whump Scenario #2
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Whumpee barely eats, and when they do, they make sure to vomit it all back up again. Whumper watches them spiral with a kind of sick fascination, and when Whumpee stops moving altogether, Whumper hauls them onto the mattress and props them up.
"You're going to rot away to nothing if you keep this up," they tell Whumpee. "And then what will I do with you?"
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